Angela’s gone now but she still writes over at her blogspot and she is amazing. On this actual website I’m a fan of a lot of people; lettersforburning, shimmery, johnisdead, cjsewers, lapeaudememoire, boxofoctaves, insomniagirl, hikikomoriganglife, mariamauva and zaedilux off the top of my head.
writingspaces is also a really great project thing and you can contribute to it so that is one of my favourite things.
But if I am being real then hands down, selfsamewoman is my favourite writer on here even though she never posts anything, I mean:
“What am I doing? Why am I always planning to cut off all my hair and go away? Why do I always come back here with my lead-lined walls (and skull), spitting gobfulls of foaming toothpaste into fluorescent yellow bathwater? Why am I sitting still, still? Why does no “shake up” ever last?
Two minutes post bath and the heels of my hands are already imprinted with ink. This isn’t writing or figuring out, this is waiting. This is making excuses not to live while I stare at my dry hands and little feet, telling mummy and daddy that I’m working on this and that.
Soon I’ll be on my last penny, my last legs. I cannot move.”